Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Maybe some day I will know the names of all the palazzi on the canals of this ephemeral place, this mythic city, somehow floating in time and space.For now I can only imagine and dream anout lives lived on this watery firmanent as I observe and wander.Venice has inspired many: artists, poets, writers.They have all left their imprint, their footsteps, now invisible.Each time I journey to Venice I am seduced.Venice is as fragile as glass. An appartition.What is it about la serenissima that continues to inspire so many: the light, the water, the reflections, the narrow mysterious vicoli, the rhythm of riding the vaporetti?The light changes as the fog rolls in, acqua alta, the water rises.Always a melancholy mood hangs in the air. Always I feel a connection to the elements: stars, dampness, the smell of coffee. My interior space.I stand in the Piazza San Marco. I cannot absorb its fragile beauty in one lifetime.

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"My mother creates intimate ethereal moments with her photography that belie the medium. Whereas photography traditionally captures and crystallizes a specific moment in time, Ewa manages to expand time with her images, stretching the interstice of the photograph into a larger artistic and emotional space. At its best, her poetic and delicate work plays with the aesthetics of temporality – details of moments that take us into time, that take us out of time." ~Stefan
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